Paroles Glycaemic Index Blues de Max Tundra

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  • Chanson: Glycaemic Index Blues
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As the village gives me up for deadI hide in a neighbor's bedThen under the door glides a river of glossy redA fruit in a fractured skinA slit in the peel and the juices come tumbling throughThe boat was too crowded so I had a word with the crewI can't get my head around spread bettingI'd rather use the Cher settingThe world's financial markets hold no interest for meThat man from the string quartetIs wearing the thing that he won in a drunken betYour friend's trying to call you; it looks like he might be upsetIntricate patterns of light dictate the toneDowned by a wink from a sylph I've never knownI'm so aloneThe cutting-room men from the studio got their wishThe clunk of a cauldron on flagstone, the slippery dishMy seventy-eights in the move were all smashed apartThe legs in the megaphone pulse to the beat of my heart


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